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[marnanightingale]

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!

Lord, guard and guide the men who fly
Through the great spaces in the sky.
Be with them always in the air,
In darkening storms or sunlight fair;
Oh, hear us when we lift our prayer,
For those in peril in the air!
(Mary C. D. Hamilton)

Creator, Father, who dost show
Thy splendor in the ice and snow,
Bless those who toil in summer light
And through the cold antarctic night,
As they thy frozen wonders learn;
Bless those who wait for their return.
(L. E. Vogel)

Eternal Father, King of birth,
Who didst create the heaven and earth,
And bid the planets and the sun
Their own appointed orbits run;
O hear us when we seek thy grace
For those who soar through outer space.
(J. E. Volonte)

Comments

[cereta.livejournal.com]

Thank you for posting this. I had the good fortune to visit the Air and Space Museum a month ago, and see among so many other wonderful things the memorial to the crew of Apollo I. I was especially moved by Gus Grissom's words:

"If we die, we want people to accept it. We're in a risky business, and we hope that if anything happens to us it will not delay the program. The conquest of space is worth the risk of life."

[countrycousin.livejournal.com]

Fine tribute. Thank you.

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

I remember that day very clearly.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

I know the tune to this.

*sings solemnly*

[tygerr.livejournal.com]

On behalf of myself and my cohorts here in Astronautland, thank you.

*doffs hat, raises drink*